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Chapter 162 - Happy Family Life

He was probably in a good mood. He picked up his chopsticks, picked up a few pieces of meat and put them into the South Bridge bowl, "Eat more, my daughter. Everywhere is good, just that she's too thin!"

The South Bridge only laughed and raised its chopsticks. Just as it was about to pick up the chopsticks and put them to its mouth, it suddenly felt a fishy meaty smell assail its nostrils. The smell was so greasy that it made it feel somewhat nauseous.

In fact, she wasn't a vegetarian. Although her diet was also relatively light, she still didn't reject meat.

Today, however, he couldn't smell a single thing.

Caught off guard, Nanqiao's stomach felt like it was being tossed and turned. He hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand and bent over to throw up.

Mo Shaohai and Mo Cheng were both stunned. Dinner was specially prepared for the South Bridge by Mo Shaohai, and he had always been very nervous, afraid that his daughter wouldn't like it. Seeing the reaction of the South Bridge, his heart skipped a beat.

Mo Cheng quickly got someone to bring the apple vinegar over, opened it, and handed it to Nanqiao. "Those who drink some sour wine will feel much better."

At the same time, seeing the South Bridge's pale face, Mo Cheng stood up, walked over, and lightly pressed on a certain part of the South Bridge. Strangely, the strength that was neither light nor heavy actually eased that uncomfortable feeling.

"Thank you." South Bridge smiled, sincerely expressing his thanks.

He was a man in his thirties, and his focus was usually on groups and jobs. But after Nanqiao got pregnant, Mo Cheng got his men to buy a lot of books on pregnant women's health care. He read them one by one and was actually able to learn a few things.

He could have avoided doing so. He wasn't related by blood, so he didn't need to care about himself. However, he really did do it. He cared about himself like a big brother.

South Bridge's eye sockets were somewhat hot, and his heart was very moved.

On the side, Mo Shaohai finally reacted, his thumb and forefinger were pinching his lower jaw, stroking it, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After a long while, he gave a cold snort and took a glance at the stomach of the South Bridge. He had heard from Mo Cheng that the child belonged to the man who had once had a husband in A City.

Because of this man he had never met before, Mo Shaohai didn't have a good impression of the child in Nanqiao.

Unconsciously, he was also a bit sarcastic when he said it, "This kind of irresponsible man, the blood in his bones is all black, I don't want it!"

Hearing this, Mo Cheng's body trembled. He secretly glanced at his father but didn't dare to say anything. How could he dare to tell Mo Shaohai that this irresponsible man was the one who donated his bone marrow to him?

If the blood in Yu Cen Ran's bones was black, then wouldn't that be tantamount to scolding himself?

Pausing for a moment, Mo Cheng tightly shut his mouth.

Raising his hand and clapping it twice, Mo Shaohai called the old butler over and ordered, "You have to get the attention of the servants in the kitchen. Try to make as little food as possible and get some more sour food. Do you understand?"

"Understood, Master." The old butler bowed and retreated to the side.

The meal had originally been prepared for South Bridge's welcoming party. Since she couldn't eat, the other two hastily finished it before setting down their chopsticks.

Mo Cheng picked up a napkin and wiped the traces of blood at the corner of his mouth. He got up and was about to run away when Mo Shaohai called out to him, "Mo Cheng, bring Nanqiao to the hospital tomorrow for a maternity examination."

"Huh?" Mo Cheng was in a mess. He was a man, leading a woman to be examined for labour, this, this was not appropriate!

Nanqiao could feel Mo Cheng's awkwardness and also knew that his father, Mo Shaohai, was concerned about him. Shaking his head, he took off his father's suggestion and smiled faintly, "This is inappropriate. Besides, we have a personal doctor at home."

"Alright then."

After dinner, Mo Cheng went to the study room to take care of business. Mo Shaohai had asked the rich people nearby to play Go, and suddenly, only South Bridge was left in the apartment.

The giant LCD screen in front of him was still on, the sound was loud, and the voices of men and women in the channel could still be heard. South Bridge pouted, turned off the TV, and went upstairs.

During this time, Mo Cheng went downstairs to get some water. When he passed by the room, he told Nan Qiao to rest early. His voice was gentle and refined, like his elder brother's model.

Nanqiao nodded and revealed a smile. "Mm, I understand. You should rest early."

After a few more chitchat, they all turned around and went back to their rooms.

Actually, South Bridge felt that if it weren't for that man, there might have been more stories between her and the original Huo Ting or the current Mo Cheng. Even if they hadn't been together, the ending wouldn't have been so bad.

Lying on his bed, Nanqiao was very unwilling. Why did he always think of him when he was quiet? Even when he was screaming "don't want" in his mind, it was against his wishes.

He had infiltrated her life in such a tyrannical manner that now he had to infiltrate her thoughts in such a domineering manner. He raised his hand and grabbed her silky hair, feeling irritated. He got up, grabbed his bathrobe and stepped into the bathroom.

When she came out of the shower, Nanqiao looked at the electronic clock on the bedside table. It was already 9 o'clock, and she was not in the mood to sleep. She thought for a moment, took out her phone, found Yu Cen Ran's number, and pressed the delete button.

A line appeared on the screen indicating whether to delete the contact.

Between yes and no, South Bridge hesitated for a second, then his finger moved in one direction and pressed "Yes".

Since he had decided not to think of it anymore, since he had made the decision not to contact them anymore, he couldn't drag his feet!

His fingers slid upwards as he saw one less contact on his phone. He thought it was fake that he didn't touch it, but there was no other choice for him on the South Bridge.

Because there were too many things that happened recently, she didn't have the mood to carefully sort out what happened and didn't have the spare energy to think about the future. However, the more serious the reaction was recently, the more she had to consider the existence of this child.

"What should I do?" Nanqiao placed a finger on his belly. "Child, with regards to you, should you keep it or not?"

As he lost himself in thought, Nanqiao had already made up her mind. In order to save his father, Mo Shaohai, her child was destined to die. But now that his father's illness had completely healed, what should she do with the child in her womb?

She wanted to have children, but she was afraid of not being able to give them a healthy love. Just like her past self, she lived in an unhappy family.

The South Bridge was truly very scared.

At this moment, the door was knocked. Hearing the sound, the South Bridge suddenly pulled back the wandering thoughts, sat down, and opened the door. It was his father, Mo Shaohai.

"Dad, it's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"

The bedroom was a little messy. South Bridge tidied up the bed and made a space on the blanket while Mo Shaohai sat down with a benevolent smile, "Just now when I was playing Go with my good friend, my eyelids twitched. I was worried about you, but I couldn't resist coming over to have a look."

Of course, South Bridge was moved by the worry and love of others. After thinking about it, he opened his mouth and told Mo Shaohai about his dilemma.

"What are you going to do?" Mo Shaohai looked at her, "Child, do you want to stay?"

"I don't know." South Bridge shook his head and sighed. His fingers lightly gripped a corner of the pillow, but he couldn't vent the frustration in his heart. It was as if he couldn't find the exit.

Mo Shaohai raised his hand, covering the back of the South Bridge, and finally opened his mouth.

"The truth is a bit cruel, South Bridge, Dad thinks this child is not the best choice. You've divorced your ex-husband. How are you going to explain his father to him when the baby is born? "Also, dad knows a lot of men from good families, so you don't need this child. You still have a lot of choices to live happily, but it won't be very convenient for you to bring a child with you …"

His words were rough, but South Bridge frowned. Although his words were unpleasant, everything his father said was reasonable.

What was she going to do, just knock the baby out?

She gently lifted her wrist and placed the South Bridge on her abdomen. It was already slightly raised in the air, and she could feel a tiny being slowly growing inside it. With every passing day, it would grow a little bit.

Perhaps he shouldn't have kept it from the beginning, but in the end, he became more and more reluctant.

"But Father, what should I do? I want to keep him!" Nanqiao bit his lower lip and looked up at his father Mo Shaohai, water spinning in his eyes.

She wanted to stay. After all, she was just flesh and blood in her stomach, and in the end, she still couldn't bear to leave.

After a long while, he lifted his hand and stroked her hair, "Child, since you are reluctant, then please give birth. No matter what, you still have me, and the Mo family."

Pausing for a moment, he continued: "Even if this baby doesn't have a father's love, you still have a father and Mo Cheng. Furthermore, South Bridge, you are my little princess, many people want to climb up our Mo Clan's high branches, let's see who dares to point fingers at my precious daughter!"

His lips pulled into a smile, but his tears flowed uncontrollably. Nanqiao laughed and cried. He leaned his head against Mo Shaohai's chest and said, "Thank you, Dad!"

Putting his chin on his head, Mo Shaohai caressed the South Bridge's back and said, "Daughter, in the future, I will definitely meet someone who loves you. Remember, the Mo Clan will always be your strongest backing."

"En!"

At this time, the door was knocked again. No one opened the door. The person outside hesitated for a moment, then put his hand on the door handle, turned, clicked, and pushed open the door.

Mo Cheng was holding hot milk, but before he could call out from the south bridge, he raised his eyes and saw the scene in front of him. He was stunned. "This …"

Next to the bed, South Bridge and his father Mo Shaohai were nestling together. Hearing the noise, they both turned their heads, but South Bridge's eyes were still bloodshot. Clearly, it looked like it had just been crying.

Holding the milk, Mo Cheng put the blanket on the bedside table, bent over and looked over, frowning, "What's wrong with me? I won't be seeing you for a while, I'm crying like a big flowery cat. Who bullied you? Tell Big Bro, I'll go beat him up!"

Nanqiao and Mo Shaohai looked at each other and smiled. They both said at the same time, "Then let's beat you up first!"

Mo Cheng exclaimed, "It's only been a few days, and they have already joined together to bully me! Father, you're biased! "

Mo Shaohai laughed again, and raised his head.

"After mother passed away, I was very afraid that there would be no family left in the world. No one worried about me, and no one cared about my life."